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tried to keep her voice light as she withdrew her hand. “We’re not children. This is neither the time nor the place.”
    His voice was challenging. “I am not a one-meter-eighty Boche general but I have a power that none of them have, a strength that all of them envy.” His hand moved quickly, unbuttoning his fly. “Look!” he commanded.
    She stared down at him, unable to keep the look of surprise from her face. It was as if whatever growth had not gone into his slight frame and height had all gone into his phallus. It seemed almost as thick as his wrist and half the length of his thigh.
    “Touch it!” he ordered. “You will need more than two hands to hold all of it.”
    “I can’t,” she said, shaking her head but unable to take her eyes from it.
    “Why?” he demanded.
    She forced her eyes up to his face. “Because I have my period. And if I touched it I am afraid I would not be able to stop.”
    He searched her eyes. “You’re not lying to me?”
    “I’m not lying.” She forced a smile. “Who could lie with a monster like that threatening me?”
    He took a deep breath, then turned away for a moment. When he turned back to her his clothing was rearranged. “There will come a time,” he said. “You will not be able to forget this.”
    ***
    One week later she drove across the border into Switzerland, Schwebel and the ex-paratrooper in the front seat, she and Janette, wrapped in blankets, in the back. The border guards waved them through without even a cursory inspection of her luggage.
    And now, more than a year later, as she listened to Wolfgang arrange her strange betrothal, she remembered the words Maurice had spoken that last night in Paris. It was at that moment she first realized that he had been right. She had not been able to forget. As much as she tried to concentrate on the knitting needles in her hands, all she could see was that monstrous phallus, the swollen red glans glistening moistly at her.
    ***
    Wolfgang snapped the valise shut and straightened up. He turned toward her. “That does it.”
    “Yes.”
    They were standing on opposite sides of the bed. “It will be a long time,” he said. “Perhaps years.”
    “I know.”
    He forced a wry smile. “I won’t even be here for your wedding.”
    She didn’t speak.
    He made no move to come around the bed to her. “I never told you that I love you, did I?”
    She shook her head. “No, never.”
    “But you know that I do, don’t you?”
    “Yes.”
    “Maybe not the same way that other people love each other. But in my own fashion.”
    “I know,” she said. “As I love you. In my own fashion.”
    He glanced at his watch. “I guess it’s time.”
    She opened the door and signaled to Schwebel, who was waiting. He picked up the valise and they followed him downstairs. At the halfway landing, she placed a hand on Wolfgang’s arm, stopping him. She waited until Schwebel had gone outside before she spoke. “The gold? What do you want me to do with it?”
    “Leave it where it is,” he said. “As soon as I get settled I will write you and let you know.”
    She still held on to his arm. “I wish you were going directly to South America from here, not back to Germany.”
    “There are still things I must do there,” he said. “But do not worry, I will be safe. I will remain in the French zone, where Maurice has everything arranged for me.”
    “I still don’t trust him,” she said.
    He tried to joke. “Fine way for a woman to talk about her future husband.”
    She didn’t smile. “That makes no difference.”
    “He’s greedy,” he said. “He wants the title and the money. And he knows there’s no way he can get either except through us. Nothing will happen, believe me.”
    She looked into his eyes. “I don’t want anything to happen to you. You have been too good to me.”
    He cleared his throat of a sudden tightness. “You have been good to me also.”
    “Be careful anyway.”
    He thought for a moment. “You be